David Whalen

My view of fog Poem by David Whalen

People often view fog in one way onlyI personally don't see it that way, and...the feeling it conjures is more than just lonelyIt's totally different... as night is to day

It depends on your age and your state of mindto be able to see fog in a different lightTo see it one way only is to be partially blindand most peoples vision is locked in...too tight

Fog, coldly defined, is water suspended in airAnd while defined so, gives no true definition, and yetwe know fog can defy easy description and, can tiptoe soft as a kitten....or slither snake-like from it's lair

To a child, fog's a soft, hidey-place plaything, droplets of laughter, giggling out of the misthiding in nothing, giving seek a new twist..and letting young imaginationstake wing

To young boys, almost men, fog's a tool to test mettlein a graveyard, on a dare, all alonefog and fear become one, and coldly come to settlechilling young challengersdeep to the bone

To men at sea, fog's a curse and a banebreaking out of the gloom, looms a tall prowfog's become predator, a creature profanebearing down on small boatslike a plow

To young lovers, a warm blanket, a caressing embraceSoft arms of mistmassage and insist...thatlimbs, fog, and lips interlace

To city dwellers, who walk the streets late at nightFog is a stalkerpursuing the walkerWaiting to pounce..when no one's in sight

Ask any ten people, 'what's the odor of fog? ' And...you'll get different replies, from ten different guys, from brisk, briny sea smell, to smell of wet dog, to perfume worn by Neptune, essence of cloudsand blue skies

I think that fog is something and nought.A wraith of perceptionsuffused with deceptionas easily at home.. in fact or in thought

I hope in my musings, I've touched you with somethingmade you nod and agreemade you see things like me and...if not, like the fog, well then...It''s both something and nothingand whatever you feel it to be